But the kicker was yesterday. Our communications department was sending out a new issue of the internal newsletter, which included a fluff piece about my department. It is a serious slow news week when you have to tell people what I do, as if they don't already know. The week before they had asked me to take a "head shot" for it. They picked the worst day to photograph me. It was a rainy day, so after my hour and a half commute I looked like a drowned rat. I wasn't wearing a suit but instead was wearing one of those "it's clean and relatively unwrinkled and I'm late as usual" kind of shirts. With big flowers on it. Don't judge, you have one of those shirts, don't make me come and look in your closet.

So you see where this is going. When they sent me the draft of the newsletter, my picture was literally taking up half the page, and what was supposed to be a HEAD SHOT (in my book that means a shot, or picture, of your JUST YOUR HEAD) was practically a full body shot with my hideous shirt and totally unattractive hair. So I responded back to the "communications specialist" that I totally hated the picture and it wasn't what I expected. You know what that beyotch said??

"I think you look great! :)"

I think it was the smiley face that put me over the edge. This coming from a young skinny little someone who's biggest professional challenge is deciding what font to put on the "please don't pee on the seat" sign in the ladies bathroom..... Harsh? Maybe. I suppose I could have been nicer about it, but then, I wouldn't be me. So I wrote back and said "While it may be that I look like an unprofessional slob in real life, I would prefer to change the picture".

I had my husband take one of me this morning, fresh out of the shower, and in a suit. We'll see how it looks.

Come on friday....